Until now we had been traveling Australia as true explorers. We had been the masters of our fate and through tears, sweat and blood we had overcome every struggle coming our way. It was time to let someone else decide for us what to do and where to go. We let a travel agency sell us tons of tours and hostels.
It was only one month left in Straya and my wildest imagination couldn’t picture what the last days had in store for us. It was gonna be a roller-coaster, for sure. We had started the travel up the coast and was supposed to end in Cairns. First stop was Noosa heads.
One of the best things that happened to us every once in a while was losing the availability of internet.
After two weeks apart it was time to join forces again. I left the horses in Toowoomba and met Lina back in Surfers. I had loved the place the first time, but that didn’t stop me from loving it even more. This time we had time to explore bigger parts of the city. We walked an everlasting walk on the beach and explored some of the streets in town.
I still had this one thing I really wanted; to get closer to the Australian and get to know their everyday life. All of my attempts so far had basically failed but I had one last card up my sleeve. MOVING IN!
I came across a volunteering site called Workaway. As a host you get a hand with your business or around your house and as a traveler you get a unique experience.
Byron Bay couldn’t hold me longer than five days before I had to see MORE, after another extremely long bus ride I arrived at the famous surf spot. It took me less than 10 minutes to get totally lost. With a heavy backpack and extremely warm weather, I wasn’t amused by this. When I finally managed to find the hostel,
Leaving my friends behind in Bondi left an emptiness in me that followed me the 14 hour long bus ride, all the way to Backpackers Inn in Byron Bay. I pulled some jokes with the boys at the desk but didn’t make an effort getting friends with them. I just missed everyone who really knew me. The hostel was quite impressive.
It’s funny how fast we adapt to new circumstances. Five weeks ago it had been awkward to even walk into a hostel and I felt like a retard. Coming back from the mountains was more like coming home. Hiking and playing it rough last couple of days made us think of Bondi Backpackers as luxury.
Only a fool like me make plans to go camp in the mountains just like that, and only Krista, my new best friend from America, is crazy enough to join in. Looking back, I think the mountains would have been quite boring without her. I also think I would have died. She knows how to read a map and she forced me to keep going when I wanted to give up.
“Sydney is a black hole swallowing people”.
After a lot of short time visits we ended up staying a while. One of Sydneys hottest beaches, Bondi, seemed like a good place to do so. We watched the waves from our window, walked barefoot to the beach and spent the days doing whatever we felt like.
First of all. I have to tell you about the boys. OMG, they looked good! I couldn’t believe it, so many good looking fellas in one single place. Anyways. There is other things to life than boys…
The first days in Sydney we moved from place to place in town, not knowing quite where to go.
We prepared ourselves for Kings Canyon in every way we could think of. We decided to take turns carrying the backpack containing 6 liters of water. We had learnt the lesson, and planned carefully to make the water last. We had bought hats, amazed how much that little piece of fabric helped against the sun.